One More Time_A Second Chance Romance

by Rye Hart

  This time, she would know how much I wanted her. Now, I would devour her body in all the ways I had dreamed about for the past week. She would know how much I loved her by the time I was done with her, and she would be so weak, she wouldn't be able to make her way home tonight. Her body would leave its mark on my apartment, and her soul would leave its mark on my heart, and if I played my cards right, this wasn't going to be the end.

  This was only the beginning.

  CHAPTER 37

  CHANEL

  The moment our lips connected, I felt myself pop to life. His lips tasted of beer and long-lost memories. His body was throbbing against mine as his hands meandered along my skin. Our tongues lapped lazily at one another, neither of us battling for dominance but neither of us backing down.

  I felt his cock growing against me, hard and thick and ready to be inside me. His hands slid my pants down, grasping my naked ass as I smiled against his lips. I trailed kisses down his neck as his hand found my folds, dripping and wet for him as he explored my pussy. I left love bites on his neck and raked my teeth down his chest, my hand descending beyond his boxers and wrapping around his length.

  “Shit, Chanel. Fuck.”

  I spread my legs further for him, wanting his fingers buried inside of me.

  He slid two fingers in, filling me up as I moaned into his neck. I rocked against his hand as his lips found mine, claiming dominance over my body as he bent me over the couch. I rolled my hips against his hand as his cock jumped in my palm. I could feel his pre-cum leaking down his skin, warm and dripping onto my fingertips as I slowly slipped my hand up and down his shaft. He was moaning into my lips and bucking against my body as I began to pant. His fingers stretched me perfectly as his thumb found my pulsing clit, and soon, I was a whimpering, gasping mess against his couch.

  I brought my head up and connected our lips again, sucking his bottom lip between my teeth. He groaned as I sat up, allowing my lips to suckle on his before our eyes connected in the middle of his apartment living room.

  “I love you, Rhett.”

  I felt his body freeze, his fingers still plunged deep inside my body. I held my breath, studying his every reaction. I watched his eyes grow with delight as a smile crossed his cheeks. Then, he pulled his fingers from between my legs and brought them to his lips. He sucked my juices off his skin, causing my nipples to pebble at the sight. I released his throbbing cock as he shoved his boxers down to the floor and then quickly worked me out of my pants.

  He rushed up my body and picked me up in his arms, carrying me to his bedroom. I held his gaze the entire time as my back descended to his sheets. Then, he kissed me lovingly, allowing me to taste myself on his skin.

  “I love you, too, Chanel.”

  I shivered at his words as he stalked down my body. I watched him perch between my thighs, my legs tossed haphazardly over his shoulders. His hands crawled up my skin, electrifying me as his hands wrapped around my tits. His fingers tugged at them, forcing my head to fall back on the pillows as his tongue lapped at me.

  He licked a long, thick stripe up my slit that had me moaning and writhing uncontrollably.

  His tongue licked between my dripping folds and found my clit immediately. He started slowly. Languidly. Licking at it as my juices poured from between my legs. My hands ran over his head as my hips began to roll against his mouth. His hands pinned my hips to his bed, ceasing my movements as his lips puckered around my swollen nub.

  My legs were shaking, and my toes were curling. With every stroke he took, he stoked a fire in my gut. That familiar burning sensation started to encompass the whole of my body, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. His pace became faster, and his tongue pressed deeper. I was breathless as I moaned his name, chanting it like a ritualistic prayer. I was allowed small undulations, the slightest bit of control as I rolled against his tongue. His hands massaged my hips and worked their way down my thighs. He freed my movements, allowing me to buck against his lips as my heels dug into his back.

  “Please, Rhett. Please. I’m so close. Fuck, don’t stop. Shit, right there. Right there, Rhett. Don’t stop. Please.”

  He moaned into my body, and it threw me over the edge. My back bowed so drastically, I thought it would snap in half as my heels dug into the strength of his muscles. His fingertips curled into my skin, and his lips sucked my clit between his teeth. I shuddered and moaned, sweat forming on my brow as I gasped for air.

  Rhett’s tongue rode me through my orgasm until I collapsed on the bed, a heaving mess. I felt him kissing up my skin, leaving a trail of wetness behind as my legs continued to quake. He descended between my thighs, and I could feel his pulsing cock, positioned at my entrance and ready to take my body. Our eyes connected while his hands ran up my arms, lacing our fingertips together. Then, he sprawled his body out over mine.

  Having Rhett covering me was more than I could stand, and I lifted my hips to accept his cock.

  He slid effortlessly into my pussy, drawing moans from both of us. He filled me in ways no other man had as our hands tightened against each other. He rocked into me, his knees planted into the mattress as my body began to soar. Stars were bursting in my vision as Rhett held my gaze, his loving brown eyes never leaving mine.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said. “So perfect for me.”

  “I’m all yours, Rhett. Every ounce of me.”

  He breathed praises into my skin breathless as his lips lowered to my neck. My hands wrapped around his shoulders, my nails digging into his muscles. My body was drunk on him. My mind was swirling with the smell of him. Our bodies rocked into one another, setting a steady pace that was known only to us. His body felt wonderful against mine. The heat of his skin pierced a part of my heart I had never given to anyone else. There was something about him that drew out a desperation in me I had longed to feel, a passion and a dedication I had never had for anything. Not even my writing.

  There was something familiar about him.

  There was something about him that felt like home.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” he said.

  “I love you so much,” I said.

  His thrusts came harder, his skin raking against my sensitive clit. I wrapped my legs around his calves, gaining leverage as I dug my fingertips into his skin. I writhed against him, slamming my hips into his as the bed started to rock against the wall. I could feel Rhett marking my neck and breasts as his own, his lips wrapping around my nipple and sucking hard.

  It threw me over another edge as my body tensed. My pussy milked his cock for everything it had as my walls fluttered around him.

  “That’s it. Give it to me. Let me feel you come,” Rhett said.

  “So much. So good. Shit. Oh, oh fuck.”

  My body came down from its high, but Rhett didn't stop. He dropped to his forearms and covered his body with mine as our sweat began to drip from our bodies. Our lips entangled, our tongues dancing around, trying to taste all we could have of one another. I moved my toes up the backs of his legs, making his entire body shiver as he slammed into me. I locked my legs around his waist and opened myself up to him, arching my back and allowing him to go deeper. His cock kept brushing up against that spot, that beautiful spot that weakened my knees and rolled my eyes into the back of my head.

  I could feel his dick throbbing against my walls, his balls slapping against my ass.

  “Come with me,” I said breathlessly. “Please. I want to feel you.”

  “I love you. I love you, Chanel. So much.”

  I clung to him and buried my face into the crook of his neck. My lips sucked on his skin, nibbling marks onto his body he would see in the morning. My entire body tensed as my pussy clamped down on him, stilling his movements as my pussy came around his cock. My walls pulsed and fluttered, rendering him speechless as his teeth sank into my shoulder. His arms were wrapped tightly around my body as threads of his hot cum painted the inside of me.

  I shook against him, my fingernails curled in
to his skin as his name fell off my tongue.

  He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting for breath as he stayed sheathed within my body.

  I was amazed by him, by the sexual stamina he possessed and his ability to know my body that well. I was amazed at the force of my orgasms. They spun the room and caused silver threads to burst in my gaze. I was amazed by how his body fell into mine so effortlessly and how I could wrap my arms around him and feel protected even though I was holding him. Rhett placed lazy kisses in the crook of my neck as his cock began to dwindle. Then, he slid off my body and pulled me into his arms.

  “Stay with me tonight,” Rhett said. “Don’t go home.”

  “You didn’t have a choice,” I said breathlessly. “I still can’t move.”

  Rhett’s chuckle filled my ears as he reached down, pulling his comforter over us as my body molded to his. I curled into his rippling muscles, my lips pressing one last kiss to his skin before I fell asleep.

  Finally, things felt right.

  CHAPTER 38

  RHETT

  I woke up the next morning with Chanel sound asleep against my body. Her head was on my chest, and her leg was draped over mine. My hand ran up and down her back, pulling goosebumps along her skin even as she slept. Her soft breaths filled my room as her womanly scent permeated my nose. I could still taste her on my tongue. I could still feel her lips against mine. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and to make sure this was all happening. She was really here.

  After lying there for an hour with Chanel in my arms, my stomach began to growl. I slipped from her arms, watching as she rolled over to her side. I tucked Chanel in and kissed her forehead, smoothing her sweat-dampened hair back from her face. She looked positively angelic lying in my bed, and I wondered what I could do to keep her here with me a little longer.

  I quickly got dressed and left the apartment. I had nothing there to make us for breakfast, so I would have to venture out for some things. I swung through the nearest coffee shop and got us some coffee and breakfast sandwiches, satisfied that they would be good enough. She deserved better, but I would address that later. For now, all I wanted to do was lie in bed with her, sipping coffee, eating food, and listening to whatever it was she had to say about her life.

  I parked my car and carried the food up the stairs, ready to wake Chanel up with feather-light kisses and nuzzles against her cheek.

  But when I opened my door, what I got was a half-naked, very frantic Chanel. She was standing there with her phone against her ear, and I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Her eyes darted between the sandwiches and the coffee as relief crossed her face. She was standing next to my couch in nothing but my shirt, the fabric barely covering her ass as she bounded toward me.

  She hung up her phone, and it stopped the vibrating in my pocket.

  “I thought you’d left,” she said as she took the coffee from me.

  “I did,” I said as my eyes followed the curves of her body. “To get food.”

  “Not what I meant,” she said.

  We walked into the kitchen and set everything down. Then, I pulled her into my arms. She squealed as I kissed her, backing her into the counter before I grabbed her waist. I picked her up and set her on the edge, her legs spreading for me as our tongues found each other. Her hands massaged my shoulders and cupped my cheeks as my hands ran up her naked legs, moving closer toward her growing heat as my need for her grew too.

  “I didn’t leave you,” I said. “And I never will.”

  “Thank you for breakfast,” she said.

  “Thank you for trying to call me before you left.”

  “How did you know I was calling you?”

  “My phone was vibrating in my pocket,” I said.

  “That was your phone? I thought you were just happy to see me.”

  I swiped my fingertips along her wet slit, making her gasp, and then brought them to my lips. I licked her off me as she watched, her gaze dancing along my face. She leaned in to kiss me, her tongue trailing along my lips to lick herself off my skin. I felt my cock growing hard as her hands threaded around my neck, pulling me closer and teasing me with her soft skin.

  “We should definitely eat first,” Chanel said.

  “I was thinking the same thing.”

  I sank to my knees as my tongue found her pussy, lapping her up as she spread wide for me. She leaned back onto her arms, her hips rolling into me as her clit swelled against my tongue. Her juices tasted so good, the best cream I could have ever wanted for my coffee. I drank her down, licking every inch of her as I sucked on her pussy lips. I cleaned her up until she was dry before I pressed my tongue into her entrance, pushing her over the edge.

  “Oh, Rhett. Rhett. Shit. You’re too good … at that. Rhett. Oh, that tongue.”

  Her hands wrapped around my head and pulled me closer as I knelt in front of her. I worshipped her body the way it deserved as her hips ground against my lips. I rolled her into another orgasm, her lips parting in a silent cry as her whole body tensed. Her legs locked around my head, pulling me even deeper as I held my breath and coaxed her down from her high.

  She collapsed against me, her body falling off the counter as I caught her in my arms.

  “I got you. I got you. Here. Let’s sit and get you some coffee.”

  I set her down at the kitchen table and set her food in front of her. The two of us ate our breakfast in silence, with Chanel still trying to catch her breath. I could see her still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and I grinned, loving that I could make her this way, all exhausted from the pleasure I could give her body.

  “I’m sorry if I worried you,” I said. “I didn’t have anything here for breakfast, so I wanted to surprise you with some in bed.”

  “Trust me. All of this and … and that.”

  She motioned to the countertop as a chuckle fell from my lips.

  “Very much a surprise,” she said.

  “Good,” I said.

  “And all of this food? Wonderful. Where did you get it from?”

  “There’s a place up the road called Coffeehouse Central. I got it from there.”

  “I’ll have to remember that place,” she said.

  “It could be our secret hideaway.”

  I felt Chanel’s eyes on me as I picked up my sandwich.

  “I like that idea,” she said.

  “I’m glad. Because it’s been labeled now, so you didn’t have a choice.”

  “Oh, I always have choices.”

  “You do. Like where I’m going to lick you next. You have the couch, the shower, and the floor in my bedroom.”

  Chanel threw her head back and laughed, a glorious sound that filled the small area of my kitchen as the two of us ate breakfast together.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “You can ask me anything, Chanel.”

  “Do you know what you want to do with your life?” she asked.

  “You’re gonna laugh at me if I tell you,” I said.

  “Try me. Come on. What do you want to do?”

  “At this point in my life, I’ve never felt this free. High school’s behind me, and I did my stint with the military to help me sort of get my life together. But the only time in the past ten years I was really happy was out on the water, on that cruise, in the ocean.”

  “Really?” she asked. “That’s the only time?”

  “I mean, unless I was thinking about you.”

  “I wasn’t fishing for a compliment,” she said. “You mean to tell me you’ve been unhappy with your life all this time?”

  “Not unhappy with it, but I knew it wasn’t what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. The military was a means to an end, but it wasn’t my career. It wasn’t my passion. But being in that water, out on the ocean and around people. That was invigorating.”

  “So, what did you take from that?” Chanel asked.

  “I was thinking of opening up a surfing school.”

 
I saw Chanel pause as she cocked her head off to the side.

  “You surf?” she asked.

  “I do. Have for years now.”

  “You surf. I never would have guessed that.”

  “Well I do,” I said.

  “I don’t remember you surfing in high school.”

  “I didn’t. One of my SEAL buddies turned me on to it when we vacationed in Hawaii one time.”

  “You weren’t happy in Hawaii? Really?” she asked.

  “Like I said, I was content. Purposed. But not happy.”

  “So, you surf. It makes me wonder what else I don’t know about you.”

  “Plenty, I’m sure, but I’m hoping we’ll give ourselves the time to learn about one another. Now that we know we’re close and can see each other,” I said.

  I searched her eyes, waiting for an answer as she lifted her coffee to her lips.

  “I think I would like that,” Chanel said. “You can start by talking about this surfing school you want to open.”

  “The premise is simple. I advertise surfing lessons and build up a network. I can teach group classes on the water and on the beachside as well as offer services for private lessons. I could set hours and give free demonstrations to build a rapport with the community. Things like that,” I said.

  “So, you’ve really given this some thought.”

  “A little. And I do know how businesses work, and I know what you need to succeed in them.”

  “Do you have some business degree tucked away somewhere I don’t know about?” she asked.

  “The military paid for my education, yes, one of the perks of serving, and I figured I was an idiot to throw away a free education. I didn’t know what I wanted to major in, and my advisor suggested business until I figured it out. Turns out, I’m not that bad at it.”

  Chanel giggled and shook her head, looking at me like I was a completely different person.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” she said with a giggle. “You’re just so different.”

  “I’m still the same Rhett.”